After a tiring day, on his way back home, Jungkook stopped by a playground where he always used to play before with his friends when he was a little kid. He was tracing his eyes through the empty silent playground. The swings hanging down freely, the slides covering with snow, the seesaw seemed so lonely as its one end bending down freely having no one to be pushed up from the elevated another end.

Suddenly, a soft, small but warm hand grabbed his cold hand from behind. He looked back to see a small boy with a familiar face smiling at him. Jungkook was sure he know the face but couldn't see the face cleary as his eyes got blurry suddenly... he couldn't recognise him properly. After a moment of staring at each other, the boy tried to let go of his hand from his tight grip and ran away. He suddenly disappeared from Jungkook's range of view in just one blink where Jungkook regreted himself for blinking. He suddenly miss the warmth he was recieving from the small soft hand that grabbed his a few seconds ago.
He ran through the playground but couldn't see anyone. All he could hear was his own voice screaming,
"NO...!!! Please... Please don't go...!!! Plz come back...!!!"
He could feel his legs getting weaker. He plopped down to the cold grass panting hard with heavy breaths.
"Please don't leave me... Please..." he murmured in between his tears. He was sweating profusely. He shut eyes tightly and tried to get himself up from the cold ground.
Then he suddenly throw himself up and opened his eyes forcefully just to find himself on his own bed in his room.

He was breathing heavily. He could feel his eyes wet with tears and little droplets of sweat from his forehead ran down till his jawline. He turned on the table lamp and checked the time. It was only 3 am.
That's when he realized,
"It was the nightmare... again." He sighed.

'Again'... Yes... Jungkook was struggling with himself almost every night with the same nightmare since he was only 6 years old. But he never showed his weakness to anyone, not even to his mother thinking she'll become tense and worried if she find out about it.

He saw the same face everytime he had a nightmare. The face he couldn't recognised. All he could feel is the warmth from the soft little hand that always give him comfort.
He would either see himself leaving the kid behind or the kid leaving him. He didn't have any idea or didn't remember who the kid actually is. But all he know is he could feel himself a kind of comfort and safe whenever the kid grabbed his hand in his dream.

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It was already morning. Jungkook tried so hard to sleep again but couldn't. So he got up and get ready for his office.
He came downstairs towards the kitchen and found his mother making breakfast.

She looked up and smiled at him.
"Why are you up so early today..? I haven't even finish making your breakfast. Or... am I late..??"

"No... um... I just couldn-- I woke up early because i have some works at the company". He smiled and sat down on one chair by the dining table.
"But eomma, uhh... did you see what I kept in your table yesterday?"

"Ah! That flower? Of course. I was about to thank you when you wake up. Thank you, the flowers were so beautiful." She smiled in satisfaction in her eyes.

"That... um... Eomma, I'm really sorry. I didn't wish you yesterday. It was already late when I get back home. I didn't want to disturb you by waking you up on the middle of the night from your sweet sleep... I was--"

"Aigoo... Dear... It's ok... uh..?? I really love the flowers. Moreover the flower was so sweet. My son is even good in choosing flowers."

"Actually... I didnt choose the flower. The person in that flower shop where i bought them had explained the meaning about that flower and choose it for me saying it would be a perfect flower for giving to mother". His face formed a slight blush remembering the person who had explained him about the flower.

"Ah..!!" she nodded, "But still... Thank you..." she smiled keeping the plate in front of him with his favourite pancakes.

"He might be very passionate with the flowers that he knows the meanings of flowers very well..." she added.

"He is..." he uttered under his breaths.

"Hmm?? You said something...?? I didn't hear you properly..." his mother turned her face back to Jungkook.

"Ah... Nothing... the pancakes are so good today..."

"Is that so..?? Do you want more..??"

"Yes please" He smiled at her.

But the uncontrollable smile rose up again on his face when the memory of the most cutest person flashed up on the back of his mind.

"But he looked more beautiful and softer than those flowers"

Too short..?? 😅
Actually i planned to update two chapters today. Next chapter will be a bit longer.
I didnt understand how to finish this chapter so i cut it off there... sorry... 😅
And... sorry again for not addding taekook moments in this chapter... 💔 i'll add more in the next upcoming chapters...
So plz wait for the next chapter... i'll upload today itself.

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